10 mile trail run yesterday, hot yoga this morning. Can you guess which one I considered miserable? Like many dedicated runners, I ended up loving the sport because I'm not coordinated enough to do much else. Plunk a very klutzy me into a 105 degree room and it's a recipe for dread. While the sheer volume of sweat produced while doing this particular sort of yoga is astonishing and the heat is almost sickening, I left feeling like a million bucks. While unfamiliar and somewhat unpleasant it pretty much melted any aches from my running muscles.
I'm going to call it a night so I can rest up for tomorrow's run. I'm still deciding where to run tomorrow morning. I can't decide between the Incline/Barr Trail or Red Rocks (my go-to). Any suggestions? Leave a comment :)